the faithful and the blind

constantly evolving my fics: https://archiveofourown.org/users/kalteonyx

[kalteonyx]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83851216

Sam tells himself it’s just about the sex. It’s the only logical explanation for why a sixteen-year-old would keep coming back to a man like Renton. It’s biology, it’s chemistry, it’s a temporary fix. Mark lets him believe the lie, watching from the window as Sam runs away every morning, only to wait for the inevitable sound of the key turning in the lock again.

[kalteonyx]

Day 1. Describe the sunset

It is nearly half past nine, but the summer day is refusing to clear out. The sky has settled into a heavy, stubborn hue - not the dramatic, fiery red of postcards, but a thick, dusty peach that bleeds into a pale, chalky violet near the horizon. Up high, where the rooflines cut into the air, the light is still clean and pale, but down on the pavement, the shadows have already stretched out, long and thin, overlapping each other until the gravel paths look like a patchwork of gray and amber.

The heat doesn’t leave all at once. If you press your palm against the red-brick wall of the cottage, the brick feels like a radiator that’s just been turned off - dry, rough, and holding onto the mid-afternoon sun. The slate tiles on the roofs are doing the same, throwing a faint, shimmering distortion into the air right above the chimneys. In the small front gardens, the soil in the terracotta pots is bone-dry, smelling faintly of baked earth and dried peat. The lavender bushes by the wooden gates are heavy with dust and the day’s pollen, their scent thick and almost oily in the stagnant air.

There is a specific shift in the town’s soundtrack at this hour. The screeching gulls that spent the morning fighting over dustbins down the high street have cleared off toward the coast, replaced by the frantic, silent acrobatics of the swifts and swallows. They fly so low past the first-floor windows that you can hear the tiny, sharp *zip* of their wings cutting through the air before they rocket back up into the pink light.

Further down the lane, the heavy oak door of the local pub has been propped open with a brass wedge. From inside, the noises spill out in fragments: the distinct, heavy clink of pint glasses against a wooden bar, the dull thud of a keg being moved in the cellar, and the steady, low drone of overlapping conversations. Every now and then, a burst of laughter cuts through, followed by the scrape of a bench being dragged across the gravel courtyard outside. People are sitting in their shirtsleeves, their skin looking flushed under the orange glow of the streetlamp that hasn’t quite figured out it’s supposed to be bright yet.

A woman walks past, her canvas shoes making a rhythmic *scuff-scuff* sound against the uneven pavement. She’s leading an old black Labrador that stops at every single iron gatepost, its tail giving a slow, lazy thud against the brickwork. They aren’t rushing; nobody rushes at this time of night in July. A teenager on a squeaky bicycle cruises down the middle of the road without hands on the handlebars, the chain clicking in a steady, hypnotic loop until he turns the corner by the old stone church.

You can smell the town turning over from afternoon to evening. It’s a mix of dry grass from the common land just beyond the houses, the sharp, sweet tang of elderflower coming from the hedgerows, and the sudden, savory drift of someone’s late barbecue - charcoal, burnt fat, and grilled onions. Then, from an open sash window across the street, comes the sharp hiss of cold water hitting a hot frying pan, followed by the muffled evening news anchor talking about the weather.

The air remains warm, but it loses its weight. A tiny, barely noticeable breeze comes from the direction of the fields, carrying the cooler, damp scent of nettles and river water. It catches the thin cotton curtains of the bedroom window, making them belly inward for a second before dropping them back against the frame.

The light is changing by the minute now, losing its yellow and turning into something cool and washed-out. The white-painted window frames of the cottages opposite lose their sharp definition, softening into the background. The red bricks don't look red anymore; they’re a deep, bruised chocolate brown. The sky overhead is draining fast, the dusty peach collapsing into a cold, translucent blue that looks almost green if you stare at it long enough.

Windows are being left wide open, the dark squares of the glass revealing glimpses of interior life: the blue glow of a television screen in a corner, a single reading lamp over an armchair, the silhouette of someone standing by a kettle waiting for it to boil. There is no urgency to close the doors or lock up yet. The day is just leaking away through the floorboards and the open windows, leaving behind the smell of sun-warmed carpets and cool evening draft.

[kalteonyx]

Never thought I’d be dying of heat in England.

[kalteonyx]

My dream everyday outfit if people would just stop caring about what everyone else looks like.

[kalteonyx]

Cursed

[kalteonyx]

So just wondering if someone interested in fanfiction about Mark Renton from “Trainspotting” and Sam Monroe babygirl from “Life as a house”?

[barmadumet]

Oh perfect! Another excuse to share this art!

[kalteonyx]

HELL YES I saw your art earlier and it motivated me for fanfic actually!

[kalteonyx]

So just wondering if someone interested in fanfiction about Mark Renton from “Trainspotting” and Sam Monroe babygirl from “Life as a house”?

[kalteonyx]

"You are a storm, Anakin. And I am your anchor. Isn’t this what you want? Someone to hold you steady when you are ready to fly apart?"

In the quiet, blue-lit shadows of their shared cabin, the aftermath of a reckless mission boils over. Anakin is a whirlwind of frustration and unspent power; Obi-Wan is the immovable object that demands his surrender. To find his peace, the Chosen One must learn that true strength lies not in victory, but in letting go of the reins.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80624151

[kalteonyx]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/78912586

The emptiness of space stretches on, cold and infinite, but even here, proximity can speak louder than words.

[kalteonyx]

you say “i love you”, but Vessel says: “you know you hypnotize me always and you make it more than i could ever feel”

[kalteonyx]

what if you meet a stranger and know him too well?

what if a touch is the answer, and dreams the only place you're real?

what if everything you were afraid to feel suddenly becomes inevitable?

18+

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66157087

[kaidanalenkogf]

Lachryma by Ghost

[kalteonyx]

rip sirius black you would’ve loved ghost’s music

[kalteonyx]

[kalteonyx]

often, what’s disguised as “just telling it like it is” is really a refusal to take responsibility for one’s words - along with a lack of empathy, respect for boundaries, and basic manners.

being truly honest doesn’t require being harsh. in fact, the more inner decency a person has, the more gently they can express important things.

being tactful isn’t hypocrisy. it’s the ability to speak the truth without causing harm. it’s always about respect.

[maybemaureen]

Top 10 Ships!

Tagged by @phoebenpiperx

1. Percy and Annabeth (Percy Jackson)

2. Seb and Carlos (HSMTMTS)

3. Sam and Bucky (Marvel)

4. Nico di Angelo and Will Solace (Percy Jackson)

5. TK and Carlos (9-1-1 Lone Star)

6. Jake and Amy (Brooklyn 99)

7. Buck and Tommy (9-1-1)

8. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black (Harry Potter)

9. Monica and Chandler (Friends)

10. Joey and Rachel (Friends)

If you see this, you're tagged!

[todayisdeadinside]

My Top 10 Ships

1. Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (One Direction)

2. TommyInnit/Wilbur Soot (MCYT RPF)

3. Gene/Zenix (Aphmau's Mystreet)

4. James Potter/Regulus Black (Marauders)

5. Lloyd Garmadon/Kai Smith (Lego Ninjago)

6. Zayn Malik/Liam Payne (One Direction)

7. Remus Lupin/Sirius Black (Marauders)

8. Jay Walker/Cole (Lego Ninjago)

9. Lance McClain/Keith Kogane (Voltron: Legendary Defenders)

10. Sal Fischer/Travis Phelps (Sally Face)

Tagging: @watermelonlicker @remuslupinslastbreathofair @prettystylinson @princesslouist @princessish-lily

[luslastbreath]

My Top 10 Ships

(This may of been the hardest thing I’ve ever done)

1. Remus Lupin/Sirius Black (Marauders)

2. Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa (SOC)

3. Lily Evans/Pandora Lovegood (Marauders)

4. Barty Crouch Jr./Regulus Black (Marauders)

5. Simon Snow/Baz Pitch (Carry On)

6. Matthias Helvar/Nina Zenik

7.Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck (SOC)

8. Todd Anderson/Neil Perry (DPS)

9. Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (1D)

10. Ravi Singh/Pippa Fitz-Amobi (AGGGTM)

Tags: @wolfstarlarry28 @kalteonyx @carryonalex @moonyswarmsweaters @nothelena21 @spookedstarzz

[kalteonyx]

1. Remus x Sirius (Marauders)

2. James x Regulus (Marauders)

3. Jeremy x Jean (All for the Game)

4. Kevin x Aaron (All for the Game)

5. He Xuan x Shi Qingxuan (Heaven Official's Blessing)

6. Maedhros x Fingon (Silmarillion)

7. Kayn x Ezreal (LoL)

8. Jayce x Viktor (Arcane)

9. Blade x Dan Heng (HSR)

10. Altan x Chaghan (The Poppy War)

@sqrrlp

[fuckyeahchinesegarden]

longmei龙梅 blossoms in drizzle, 普安禅寺pu'an chansi, yongjia, wenzhou, zhejiang province in china (cr 猫尾星云)